Wondering why ( Read more... )

These lies consume my thoughts like a sickening disease ( Read more... )

Your last words running through my veins ( Read more... )

Warm nights
Hearts flutter
Cool breeze
Skin shudders

Butterfly kisses
Belly aches
Long talks
High stakes

Competition
Feeling blue
Cry alone
Without you

His eyes sparkled like blue diamonds as I melted body and soul into his cup that he drank from. He had me, he knew it. I surrendered completely to this feeling of wonderfulness. To the thought of love. I felt as if I were in a fairytale where love was blooming and there were no words that could possibly mean anything compared to what I was feeling ( Read more... )

I sit crouched in a ball hugging my knees to my chest. This is the only way I find comfort in my life. I rub the scars on my wrist as if the wounds still hurt me. I am all alone in this world. At a time suicide looked like the only answer. Now I am older and realized suicide is a cowards way out. It;s not that I want to die, I'm just bored with ( Read more... )

When the crowd parted for the paramedics, we already knew it wasn't necessary. The street was painted a purple-red with that boy's blood. On impact, his body had folded on itself; he looked like he was praying to the mailbox. The air was turning the blood on the sidewalk rust brown, but in his hair it stayed a dark red. It seemed to get redder with ( Read more... )

Look at the pretty ribon on my neck. Now watch how it cuts my throat. The blood pours on my favorite shirt and I gasp for you. I'm drowning in this crimson ocean as my lungs scream for air. My head breaks the surface and I scream for you. You appear in an oceanliner and wave me down, with the illusion of saving me, you wave goodbye and you let me ( Read more... )

Wilted like a once beautiful flower, she walks alone all the time. She needs to be saved but no one is willing to take the plunge so she dies alone tonight. No one cares that she's gone because she was always camoflouged. She needed help but didn't want it, She'd rather drown in her tears from locking the door to her room. Then they came to gather ( Read more... )

A tortured soul, a starving artist, there's nothing that she can do. No dreams left for her when she sleeps tonight. You can prick her with the ice from your heart, but she won't bleed. Not for him or you. Call her dead. The words in her head are locked away with the voice activation of him. There's nothing left to write, nowhere to drive, no one ( Read more... )